Fate of Night , by *Psychopathic Child* Subscribe to rss feed for *Psychopathic Child*

In the dead of night
Bestowed upon her neck
In the morning light
Was a bloody kiss
The orgin is unknown
It left her weak
And chilled to the bone
She didn't feel scared
But craved some more
She felt exhilarated 
Wanting an encore
He knew he shouldn't of come
But can't resist her bloods call
Caressing her beautiful face
Knowing he would fall
This time he took too much
Leaving a permanent kiss
She looked in the mirrior
Realizing its become serious
While opening the window
He appeared looking in her eyes
She couldn't help but stare
And saw where her soul lies
Posted: 2017-09-12 22:26:20 UTC

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